My mother was killed in a car accident last week. I can't believe it has been a week already. My parents were returning home from a funeral, their car slipped on some ice, and my mother was killed (I hope) instantly. My sister and I saw the car. It has to have been instantly.
Although my mom was very intentional about preparing her three children for her death, this was completely unexpected. If the call had been about my dad - the same dad who has survived open heart surgery and West Nile Virus - it would have made more sense. This seems so completely random. My mom and I were supposed to be in the same nursing home together. She got room 406; I had room 202. No need to be on the same floor.
So now I am spending a month with my dad while we try to figure out what comes next. I know more than I would ever want to know about grieving... so maybe I am a good partner for that. My cooking skills are sketchy, however, and I am hoping I can remember how to drive a stick. My dad taught me how to drive on a stick... maybe that counts for something.
Although my mom was very intentional about preparing her three children for her death, this was completely unexpected. If the call had been about my dad - the same dad who has survived open heart surgery and West Nile Virus - it would have made more sense. This seems so completely random. My mom and I were supposed to be in the same nursing home together. She got room 406; I had room 202. No need to be on the same floor.
So now I am spending a month with my dad while we try to figure out what comes next. I know more than I would ever want to know about grieving... so maybe I am a good partner for that. My cooking skills are sketchy, however, and I am hoping I can remember how to drive a stick. My dad taught me how to drive on a stick... maybe that counts for something.
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